9 parts Ongoing RASHI SINGH (20)
The yonger Princess of Rajasthan. Know for her lively heart and care free spirit. Obsessed with athletics. Savage. Black cat attitudes with golden retriever energy. She is her own priority. Is clever then she look but kind hearted and a softie.
FLYNN JUDE DRAKE (26)
The coldest Mafia. Only loyal to his family. Will kill anyone in second without thinking twice. Cold, major anger issues, loves blood, very very possessive. His only priority is his family.
What will happen when two opposite world colides. when a mafia fall for a royalty. What will Happen when the two people who were never meant to meet endup together in each other's world where they were never meant to be.
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I pressed the barrel harder against his skin, my grip tightening.
"Answer me," I commanded, my teeth clenched. "Who the fuck are you?"
Silence.
Then another slow, amused chuckle.
"Fuck," he drawled, taking a step forward, unfazed by the gun. "Fireball, you are so hot like this."
My breath caught in my throat.
No.
No fucking way.
Recognition slammed into me like a freight train.
Flyn.
What the fuck was he doing here?
Before I could react, before I could even process the sheer stupidity of this moment, my back was against the table, my front pinned flush against him.
I gasped.
His body was solid, unyielding, heat radiating off him like a wildfire.
"Flyn-"
The name barely left my lips before the cold press of metal silenced me.
My gun.
When the fuck did he take my gun?
A shiver ran down my spine, every nerve in my body coiling like a wire pulled too tight.
The barrel of the gun trailed from my lips, down the column of my throat, lingering at my racing pulse. My breath hitched. His movements were slow, teasing, deliberate-dragging the cold steel lower, tracing the curve of my shoulder, gliding down my arm like a whisper of danger.
I clenched my thighs instinctively, heat pooling between them, betraying me.....
